Post by zen on Sept 19, 2010 9:33:38 GMT -5
Candidate Application
Name: Zorenh
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Candidate Information Candidates must complete this section, all others may remove this from the application
Current Living Location: Weyr
Color Preference: Any
Physical Description Jet black hair, long in the front, short in the back, bangs hang into his eyes. Brown eyes with dark, long lashes. 5'10, 175lb.
Avatar Image:
i55.tinypic.com/30u3k41.jpg
Celebrity Name for Face Claim: Jared Padalecki
Character Personality: Zorenh has always been on the fringe of the population, never quite finding a way to integrate into society. He hangs back, observing, and, if you catch his eye, you will be met with a sardonic smile.
Character Background:The son of Zora, a green rider, and R'enh, a bronze rider, Zorenh is the product of flightlust. Zora's green chose to Rise when R'enh was visiting Ista. Mnoranth gave chase and won the green. Zora was lonely, and decided to keep the child that grew in her, but she quickly found that, as Zorenh became older, he wanted nothing to do with her. Instead, he haunted Ista, spending hours just watching the residents as they went about their lives. He knew everything about them, whom they chose to spend their nights with, where to locate the best food, and, most imporantly, who needed something from him. When the destruction happened, Zorenh was furious. Not because of the horrible loss of his mother, but because it had disrupted all that he knew. He was not happy to have to move into a blended Weyr. There were too many unknowns, and it unsettled him. Just before Maram's Chalarath rose, Zorenh was Searched, much to his surprise. He wanted nothing to do with the life of a dragonrider, but the alternative life he would have to lead was even less appealing. When the clutch hatched, he was completely ignored by the hatchlings and quickly found himself sprawled on the ground, trampled in their frenzy to find their lifemates. Disgruntled and bitter, Zorenh drowned his sorrows in drink for three days. The life of a Candidate who had not been chosen was rough. All around him the lucky ones laughed and talked about their training or some 'cute' thing their dragonette had done. Zorenh went into seclusion except for his duties as Candidate. He seldom spoke to the other Candidates. What did it matter, anyway? He knew he was not dragonrider material. Why he had been Searched was beyond his understanding. Eventually, his inability to Impress would cause him to be released from Candidacy and where would that leave him? With no skills, no purpose in the Weyr, he would be forced to the edge, just another reject of an imperfect society.
Dragon
Dragon name: Must end in -th
Dragon color & appearance: Dragon Color - brief description
Dragon age: # Turns - Clutch mother and father – if appropriate
Dragon personality: This will be completed AFTER you impress a dragon
Roleplay Sample:
"Mine needs washing again." Zorenh lay on his bed and stared at the opening to the room where, seconds ago, a blonde had poked his head in and issued the statement. "Wash your own dragon," Zorenh snapped after the man had left. He wondered if any dragon would survive without someone to wash them. He knew it was 'the way things worked', but he thought it was insane. "Why can't someone come in and wash me when I need it," he thought, then the right side of his mouth lifted as he considered who he would like to fill that job. He had seen her about the Weyr, knew her name, had even talked to her on occasion, but only when their position as Candidates made it necessary. She had beautiful skin, hair he wanted to grab, and a body that just wouldn't quit.
The blonde stuck his head in again, "now?"
Zorenh sighed and rose from the bed, "okay okay, don't unknot your knots over it." He padded into the bathroom. As he felt the tug of his bladder, he considered holding it and relieving himself on the dragon. The thought made him laugh as he finished his business in the bathroom.
Minutes later, dressed but still grumpy, he joined the blonde at the side of the big brown. "He doesn't look like he needs washing to me," he thought. "He says he itches badly," the blonde complained, his eyes full of concern for his lifemate. "So tell him to scratch," Zorenh grumbled in his head. "Prissy dragons." He grabbed a handful of sweet sand and began washing the brown, being none too gentle. However, the brown seemed to enjoy it, which really irked the Candidate.
Name: Zorenh
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Candidate Information Candidates must complete this section, all others may remove this from the application
Current Living Location: Weyr
Color Preference: Any
Physical Description Jet black hair, long in the front, short in the back, bangs hang into his eyes. Brown eyes with dark, long lashes. 5'10, 175lb.
Avatar Image:
i55.tinypic.com/30u3k41.jpg
Celebrity Name for Face Claim: Jared Padalecki
Character Personality: Zorenh has always been on the fringe of the population, never quite finding a way to integrate into society. He hangs back, observing, and, if you catch his eye, you will be met with a sardonic smile.
Character Background:The son of Zora, a green rider, and R'enh, a bronze rider, Zorenh is the product of flightlust. Zora's green chose to Rise when R'enh was visiting Ista. Mnoranth gave chase and won the green. Zora was lonely, and decided to keep the child that grew in her, but she quickly found that, as Zorenh became older, he wanted nothing to do with her. Instead, he haunted Ista, spending hours just watching the residents as they went about their lives. He knew everything about them, whom they chose to spend their nights with, where to locate the best food, and, most imporantly, who needed something from him. When the destruction happened, Zorenh was furious. Not because of the horrible loss of his mother, but because it had disrupted all that he knew. He was not happy to have to move into a blended Weyr. There were too many unknowns, and it unsettled him. Just before Maram's Chalarath rose, Zorenh was Searched, much to his surprise. He wanted nothing to do with the life of a dragonrider, but the alternative life he would have to lead was even less appealing. When the clutch hatched, he was completely ignored by the hatchlings and quickly found himself sprawled on the ground, trampled in their frenzy to find their lifemates. Disgruntled and bitter, Zorenh drowned his sorrows in drink for three days. The life of a Candidate who had not been chosen was rough. All around him the lucky ones laughed and talked about their training or some 'cute' thing their dragonette had done. Zorenh went into seclusion except for his duties as Candidate. He seldom spoke to the other Candidates. What did it matter, anyway? He knew he was not dragonrider material. Why he had been Searched was beyond his understanding. Eventually, his inability to Impress would cause him to be released from Candidacy and where would that leave him? With no skills, no purpose in the Weyr, he would be forced to the edge, just another reject of an imperfect society.
Dragon name: Must end in -th
Dragon color & appearance: Dragon Color - brief description
Dragon age: # Turns - Clutch mother and father – if appropriate
Dragon personality:
Roleplay Sample:
"Mine needs washing again." Zorenh lay on his bed and stared at the opening to the room where, seconds ago, a blonde had poked his head in and issued the statement. "Wash your own dragon," Zorenh snapped after the man had left. He wondered if any dragon would survive without someone to wash them. He knew it was 'the way things worked', but he thought it was insane. "Why can't someone come in and wash me when I need it," he thought, then the right side of his mouth lifted as he considered who he would like to fill that job. He had seen her about the Weyr, knew her name, had even talked to her on occasion, but only when their position as Candidates made it necessary. She had beautiful skin, hair he wanted to grab, and a body that just wouldn't quit.
The blonde stuck his head in again, "now?"
Zorenh sighed and rose from the bed, "okay okay, don't unknot your knots over it." He padded into the bathroom. As he felt the tug of his bladder, he considered holding it and relieving himself on the dragon. The thought made him laugh as he finished his business in the bathroom.
Minutes later, dressed but still grumpy, he joined the blonde at the side of the big brown. "He doesn't look like he needs washing to me," he thought. "He says he itches badly," the blonde complained, his eyes full of concern for his lifemate. "So tell him to scratch," Zorenh grumbled in his head. "Prissy dragons." He grabbed a handful of sweet sand and began washing the brown, being none too gentle. However, the brown seemed to enjoy it, which really irked the Candidate.
